Page 105 of Tempting Miles
“I thought you were gonna call me hotstuff,” he says with a sheepish grin.
A laugh bubbles out of me as I stop walking and turn to face him fully.
“You,” I say slowly, smoothing my hand over his chest, “are the walking definition of hotstuff.”
His entire face lights up. “Thank you, sugar.”
He winks at me before guiding me toward the dining room.
“So how did it go with the style team?” he asks.
I love that he doesn’t actually know what their job titles are but still cares enough to hire people to make me look pretty.
“They were fantastic, but I think you’d be a better judge than me. No?”
Miles proceeds to eye-fuck me so thoroughly, my core pools with heat.
“Yes,” he says after releasing a slow breath. “They did an incredible fucking job. You look stunning.” His gaze drags over me again before settling on my face. “Then again, they had an easy job.”
I frown.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
I roll my eyes at the compliment, but feel warmth spreading through my chest.
“You can cut them eyes all you want, boss. But you know it’s true.”
“So what did you do while I was getting ready?” I ask as he helps me to my chair at the dining table.
A huge floral arrangement sits in the center of it.
My breath catches.
“Are these Penelope roses?” I ask, already knowing the answer before I lean closer to smell them.
Miles smiles, and I swear there’s the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks.
“How?” I ask, mesmerized by the attention he pays to every single detail.
“I can’t reveal my secrets,” he says as he takes his seat. “But I can tell you that I was practicing my Spanish while you were getting beautified.”
“Practicing Spanish?” I ask, confused.
“Oh yeah. I started last year when Gio started speaking Spanish to the twins,” he shares as he pours two glasses of wine. “Since I’m the cool uncle, I want to make sure I can speak to them in Spanish too.”
My heart swells at his words. The fact that he wants to embrace his niece and nephew’s multicultural heritage makes me want to climb him right here in the middle of the store.
“But since you moved in, I decided to add some useful phrases to my vocabulary.” His wolfish grin tells me what kind of phrases he’s learned, but I still ask anyway.
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
He clears his throat before leaning closer.
“No veo la hora de poder chuparte toda y hacerte gemir de placer.”
Whatever I expected Miles to say, it wasn’t that.
Goose bumps erupt across my skin at the thought of Miles sucking me until I moan.
